Meander: to take a winding course; to wander idly.
Come wander with me. Who knows where we'll go...books...movies...gardening...camping...happenings in my part of the world (the scenic Pacific Northwest)...

Thursday, July 08, 2004

There was a time...

There Was A Time. . .

. . .when Sunday was a day of rest. No stores were open, no housework done. After church, the family piled into the green Chevy and headed for points unknown. We meandered by country farms where animals grazed contentedly. We explored old towns with colonial houses and white steepled churches dating back a hundred years. Each bend contained a surprise - perhaps a pond overgrown with cattails, a country store advertising ice cream or a mysterious, boarded-up house. Too soon, tract houses encroached on the fields, roads widened, cars sped up. Back to civilization . . .until the next Sunday Drive

4 Comments:

Hey It's Judy Davis! Excellent post Mrs. G. I'll look forward to reading more as the days go by. I remember when we would all eat dinner at the table too... that seems to be a thing of the past now 'a' days.